Thin Blood

Foresight never gave a wonder child
Perfect never made a happy life
Murmers in the heat of a distant afternoon
Where nothings going nowhere
And the piano’s out of tune
I remember this, I remember that
My daddy in a white shirt and a cricket bat
I remember that
Thin blood never helped a growing boy
Anxious in the spell of a cruel world
School days gone in a blinking of an eye
The best days of our lives had only just begun
I remember this, I remember that
My brother running wild under a bowler hat
I remember that
And if our hands were joined again, would we all sing along
To that old familiar love song our families always knew
And if we held each other strong like children sometimes do
Would the marks of pain be rubbed away from thin blood too?
Foresight never gave a wonder child
Perfect never made a happy life
Murmers in the heat of a distant afternoon
Where nothings going nowhere
And the piano’s out of tune
I remember this, I remember that